Her FirstMature

This is a prequel to my poem "Hoover's Cliff"

First kiss
she stumbles,
a stranger's web.

First touch
she falls,
betrayed.

Choked, scarred
haunted fireflies hide,
a bitter monster stalks.

Under the influence,
stripped
she pleads to shadows.

First love.
She jumps,
a tragedy.

The End

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